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to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow Worked in the coal mine twenty two hours a day for just half a cent Had to sell my internal organs just
running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas
had them heaters ready to flame on [E-40] We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, y'all Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas
I sit A skeleton at my organ The candles in my candelabra burning hellishly, hellish hell And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house A little Christmas
the merry organ Sweet singing in the choir Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas
Of all the trees That are in the wood, The holly wears the crown Chorus: O the rising of the sun The running of the deer The playing of the merry organ
Happened poor Jesus christ, got caught up in the woods: O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing
BEEN LIVIN IN THE STREETS KEEP IT MOVIN YOU DONT WANNA GET IT GOIN WITH ME I CAN GET YOUR WHOLE FAMILY WIPED OUT FOR LESS THAN A G THE OG STANDS FOR ORGANIZED
to church with you last Sunday, took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin', even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music
Shoot the messenger, measure his wingspan. The organ grinders had the whole thing planned. Take his tongue and remove his two eyeballs. Savin' em up for
, we have a serious decision That needs to be made for our family There's a young cat out here that's growing old Quick and fast in our organization
the deer, The playing of the organ, Sweet singing in the choir. The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas
cause at home things was shitty My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her down and hurt her Not yet drinkin' but still thinkin' murder Pro players and weeds under Christmas
motherfucker die, apache on the ship shape and bristol fashion snuck a jammy through the red tape and tip toe past him. worm teeth grinding feverishly below, as little organic
theraputic bible cycles from church with the bait and tackle store next door and not much more, so the two moved to New York and raised babies based on what they saw christmas
words and music by Arlo Guthrie This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
